Needn't Say a Thing

of these many miles that do but oppressthat stain and fray our common threadsand of the indescribable moments betweensleep and wakefulness, life and dreamyou needn't say a thing

of the volumes and volumes left for the shelvesthe clever instruments learned so very welland of the firey topics, hotly discussedthe iron-clad deals left for the rustno no, you needn't say a thing

and of the mighty mountain now brought lowthe painted rubble and the well-staged showof the chance and lives squandered callouslyof our missteps and these remediesthere there, my dear, you needn't say a thing